So she sat and stared into the vast, blue sky. There she was again, back at the same old spot from two years back. It was strange how she could still feel and hear him above the noise of the crowd. With a wistful smile, she sat down by the steps leading down into the little river.
It felt as if the whole event only happened last night - the snow spray, the partying, the long walk, the strong cold winter wind... and that one wrong move. Running a finger along the coarse rocky ground, she felt a strong surge of courage running through her. She wouldn't cry no more, she wouldn't. It was time.
Taking in a deep breath, she opened her eyes. He was gone, she had to, too. Then she stood up and started to walk away. Just before she left there for good, she turned around again. There they were, huddled together and laughing quietly. Before their silhouettes melted into each other, she turned away and smiled weakly.
It hadn't been an easy road, but nobody said it ever was. Tossing a kiss back into the wind, she walked off, leaving the memory of that night there, for ever and for eternity.
And so I will walk down the path that's been paved out for me by the Lord. I will not be tied down by such pathetic wordly memories, and I will strive to serve the Lord in all that I do, all that I say and all that He has for me. Because nothing is greater than Him who can satisfy me.